Growing up in the LDS church I relied heavily on my parent’s testimonies to be the backbone of my own faith. As I got older I could feel myself pulling away from what I always knew to be true and questions about the authenticity of the church began to arise. Bad decision after bad decision led me so far away from Christ that darkness overtook my life. I worked hard trying to convince myself that if God wasn’t real and the LDS faith was no more than a well-thought-out fairytale then what I was doing wasn’t wrong. The beginning of last year was my rock bottom where I suddenly realized that the lies I had been feeding myself over the past few years were nothing more than that…lies. The first couple of months into the year were emotionally and physically straining as I tried to turn myself back to Christ. Even though I knew that I was making progress I still felt as though no matter what I did to right my wrongs I would always appear unworthy in the Lord’s eyes. That summer my mother brought up the idea of going on a long road trip to Nauvoo, IL to see all the historic church sites. I agreed to go and challenged myself to receive my temple recommend before the trip, so that I could do baptisms for the dead inside of the Nauvoo temple. With hard work and support from my family and bishopric, I received my temple recommend just weeks before leaving on our vacation. The trip was nothing short of amazing, to say the least. On top of getting to see the beautiful city of Nauvoo, we also were able to visit Martin’s Cove, Carthage Jail, Adam-ondi-Ahman, and so much more. However, the crown jewel of the whole vacation was the day we had set aside to enter the Nauvoo temple. Stepping foot into the temple was a surreal moment and I was overcome with a wave of different emotions. The last time I had been able to enter the temple as a worthy member had been over seven years ago. On one end I was so thrilled that all my hard work had finally paid off, but at the same time, that feeling of unworthiness lingered in the back of my mind. I watched as one by one people made their way up the steps leading to the font and the front of the line got closer and closer. Shaking nervously and doubts filling my head, I found myself at the end of the bench and next in line. A warm feeling filled my anxiety-ridden heart and the racing thoughts swirling in my mind subsided as I stared at the stone steps in front of me. A small voice whispered to me, “Welcome home.” I am by no means a perfect person. I have made mistakes in the past and I continue to make mistakes every day. However, I have learned that our mistakes do not define who we are or the future that Christ has in store for us. As I look back at these past few years, I don’t see the hardships and the trials that I endured, but rather the growth in my faith and testimony in the Lord Jesus Christ. My heart is full of gratitude for the opportunity I have been given to share my story of faith. I leave with you the message that no matter how far off the path you may stray, Christ will always be there to help us come back home.